#BEST GELPHIE FIC EVER!

[theladydi]

I JUST DISCOVERED THAT THE AUTHOR OF MY FAVOURITE GELPHIE FANFIC IS FROM LATAM I'M GOING INSANEEEEEE

[into-fiction]

can i ask what your favorite line is from each of your fics? or at least You Used To Tell Me I Was Brave bc I feel it had so many amazing lines

oh wow that's hard. i'll try my best~

you used to tell me i was brave

first - the whole section where glinda says she feels empty inside and elphie's first thought is "i will fill you with so much love"

Galinda’s hand is still on Elphaba’s chest, and the green girl can feel the way the warmth spreads through her heart, sinking deep into her core, settling in her bones and skin and the very fibers of her being. Galinda’s hand is only on Elphaba’s chest, but it somehow feels like all of her is being held. All of her is being changed by the simple touch of Galinda’s fair fingers against her skin. Of her light in Elphaba’s life.

“You, Elphaba Thropp,” Galinda whispers. “Are the bravest person I know.”

Glinda’s hat is atop her head and Glinda’s rose is in her hands and Glinda’s heart…well, Elphaba would like to think it’s wherever Elphaba’s is.

A wound left open, a scar forever aching, a handprint on her heart that said, to everyone she ever meets, that to know Elphaba, really truly know her, was to know Glinda too. 

How You Get the Girl

i like the 'pretty, smart, good' repetition first of all

“Let them stare,” Galinda says. “I happen to quite like this view.”

"You're the first person who has ever thought I was beautiful. You're the first person who ever made me believe I was beautiful.”

changed for the better

But Galinda has come to the startling realization that doing things right and doing the right things are not the same.

wicked-ly gelphie (/today as a fairytale)

In the light of the setting sun, Galinda's hair sits golden like a halo around her tiny figure, and she's flushed from laughter and still shining with awe. Elphaba knows she could live a hundred years and never again see something as beautiful as what is right before her now. 

know one mourns the wicked

Dead things stay dead. Goodness knows that.

[moghedien]

always coming through with good posts but the latest one especially hits me. I always wished the book focused more on Glinda’s transformation from Galinda, her guilt over Ama Clutch’s fate, and her fear of Morrible. Anyway, if you ever decide to read fic, I’d recommend The Narrative Strain by The Noble Arduenna because it focuses on the above things. It’s my favorite bookverse fic and imo one of the best. Glinda is good, Gelphie is great, and much love for Nessa and Boq in it.

to be fair, the book doesn't really focus too long or too hard on anything. its something I've always kinda struggled because there's so much interesting things I'd like to linger on a little bit, but I've just come to accept that for the narrative choice it is and just view it as allowing me to fill in the blanks/think on things more because its not all dealt with in too much detail. allows space for things like my 1000000 word posts and the fic you mention and such to exist

And I probably won't ever read the fic because that's just me, but I'll repost it for those that might be interested.

[ao3feed-gelphie]

right before your eyes

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/75MXA6v by always_daydreaming “As familiar as Galinda Upland still felt to Elphaba, she was nothing more than a stranger to her. Their fleeting moment of shared past mattered nothing anymore. Because Galinda Upland’s name had been printed on these admission papers. Papers that had only found their way into Elphaba’s clammy hands because she was to be a guardian to this person, a job she had begged Dr. Dillamond for weeks to get. But far more importantly, this meant that Galinda Upland had become blind.” Elphaba is working at Oz’ best and only boarding school for the blind. Galinda has to enroll after recently losing her eyesight. There was no way Elphaba would ever tell a girl like her about her green skin – and about the fact that they had met once before. Because of that fateful encounter, Galinda would always be special to her. Words: 2797, Chapters: 1/45, Language: English Fandoms: Wicked - All Media Types, Wicked (Movie 2024), Wicked - Schwartz/Holzman, The Wicked Years Series - Gregory Maguire Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Elphaba Thropp, Galinda Upland, Doctor Dillamond, Madame Morrible, Avaric Tenmeadows Relationships: Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland Additional Tags: Canon Divergence, not an AU but I changed a lot, no beta we die like melena thropp, One-sided pining, at least at first, not-quite-strangers to enemies, Enemies to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Lots of Secrets, Galinda doesn’t know about the green, she will not find out for quite a while, angst and fluff and sometimes both at once, Romance, just because Galinda is engaged doesn’t mean that this is not a gelphie fic, I refuse to ship either of them with anyone else, slowburn even though Elphaba basically falls in love in the prologue, also Oz is circling the drain and you will find that somehow Morrible is always responsible, mostly Elphaba’s POV but sometimes I’ll switch, updates once a week read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/75MXA6v

[festivating]

thank you for writing attrition; i've never loved a family dynamic so much before even though it's hurting me right now 😭 i just love reading your gelphie become reluctant mothers to the most precious boy—seriously, i'm impressed by how you write 7-year-old liir—while learning to overcome their own trauma.

how would attrition!gelphie react to liir having a love life when he gets older? how would they be as grandmothers?

omg this is the best ask ever i'm so sorry it took me forever and a half to answer. thank you so much for being so nice!! it was sooo much fun to write the family dynamic and they became my favorite aspect of the fic really quickly. and let me tell you writing liir was a STRUGGLE because i have not interacted with kids that age in forever, so i'm not sure if it's an accurate portrayal of a seven year old boy but i did research and tried my best and prayed 🤣

for legal reasons i cannot answer your first question, but i can say how attrition!gelphie would be as grandmothers! for the purpose of this, and no other reasons at all, let's imagine liir has an only daughter.

glinda would be sooooo doting. imagine the most doting grandmother in the world and triple it tbh. she gets the most pompous, extra gifts ever that are somehow very useful? the kid adores her, she also thinks glinda's a little insane (correct.) has tremendous levels of energy for her age. bakes really well because she learned over the years. somehow always updated with the latest fashion trends so she's always making sure the kid is Well Dressed (liir loves this and he's like that too). and also, for fun, glinda is such a nerd about architecture she instills a bit of that on the girl, who goes to school and randomly drops on her friends some insane lore about the building, and everyone's like hello? anyway grandma glinda is very smart and wise and has the funniest stories. and she's definitely always driving home the point that it's very important to be unapologetically who you are.

elphaba is a little bit more awkward when interacting with a small child but she's not terrible. i think years of domestic life have mellowed her out and she has something of a silly streak, she's like a cryptid grandma, kiddo doesn't know what the fuck she's talking about because elphaba is sarcastic 24/7. eventually she becomes fluent in elphaba, and when she grows up she goes to elphie whenever she has problems because elphaba's unconventional ways of solving them are always so helpful. she's doting in a different way she's always slipping things to the kiddo whenever no one else is watching. also i think elphie is the most protective of the two, both of liir and the girl! and she tries so very hard to ensure everyone in her family feels loved and that things are balanced and no one feels left out, because.. well. she knows what it's like to grow up as the non-favored family member and she'd be caught dead before she replicates that. (esp after she spent so long getting rid of those habits)

also magic. i want to say the broom and the grimmerie are passed down to liir then to his daughter (well this is. technically canon when it comes to liir but. because of Bad Circumstances. here it's because of good ones. elphaba just retires.) and they all have little talents at sorcery.

anyway i also like to think they are Always telling liir to go and have fun and leave the girl with them and yes sure they can take care of her the entire weekend and even beyond that it's totally fine and not a problem at all. they really, really adore her. not to say liir is an absent dad, but you know, they are very clingy grandmas lmfao. it's funny because, they don't even know how to properly take care of babies since they never had to do that, so babysitting was a bit of a trial and error at first but they got better at it eventually!

[gliyerabaa]

have not been able to read the elphaba gets pegged fic yet due to (probably) wildfire smoke-induced migraines preventing me from looking at a screen for more than 10 minutes at a time and i'm slowly going insane. it is right there in front of me and yet fate is cruelly preventing me from accessing it. i'm like if tantalus was a they/it.

oh noooooo migraines are the WORST.

sending you love and water and clear skies and an excedrin, my friend 💚

it's a hell of a fic, arguably the best gelphie I've ever written. bummer that you haven't been able to get to it, but it will still be there once you're better (and, depending on how active my imagination is, perhaps a part 2?👀)

[gliyerabaa]

thanks for the shoutout sam!! :D it's an honor to be considered among your list of wicked fandom greats!

If I may add to your recs...

Some of the fluffier fare from my own writings....

To See the Future in Blood and Rubies (aka the Soup Fic)

The Best Laid Plans (shiz-era winter fluff)

Just Peachy (pure gelphie GOOP tbh)

narta_shall_survive on Ao3 (@a-fast-rebloger here on tumblr) has not written much in the fluff department, admittedly, but what they have written is so amazing. Blots is short, sweet, and one of my favorites for sure. Hand-me-down falls more into hurt/comfort than straightforward fluff, but its some real gelphie goodness for sure.

and of course I can't go without recommending Leo's fics. leonardo_the_vinci on Ao3 (@leo-frognag here) has been working on Valence, a beast of a shiz-era fic that, while not entirely soft, has some of the best written gelphie fluff I've ever read, with some of the most unique scenarios too. It hasn't updated in a while but still remains one of my favorite gelphie fics of all time.

(also, anon, I am curious to what you mean by "that one fic where everything is so fucked up"...... that is like 80% of gelphie fic tbh)

Could you suggest fluffy fics about Gelphie. I read that one fic where everything is so fucked up. I need recovery from it. A little or moderate angst is fine. Better if it's complete.

I love how you say "that one fic where everything is so fucked up", like that does not describe several gelphie fics. :')

but in all honesty anon, i'm kinda a terrible reader and most fics I read/remember/recommend are years old by now.

Of my own fics, I think the Dutch HSAU series, and the one-shots Snowing, Glowing and Teachers AU are amongst the fluffiest fics i've ever written.

(I also made a special projects page on my blog where you can see all my fics categorized and other Wicked related projects in what is (hopefully) a helpful overview!).

And we've had some incredibly talented writers over the years that, while not always necessarily fluffy, are worth checking out like RidiculousMavis, OrkButch (prev. Wagyubeefy), GretchenMaurice, show_me_the_universe and many, many more.

And while there's plenty of angst in this fic, but the weekly updating attrition by haline is quickly becoming one of my favorite gelphie fics.

I know this is very broad, but honestly anon? There's so many gelphie fics out there. Don't forget Wicked is an old fandom. If you do not find what you're looking for at AO3, try ff.net or even livejournal. ;)

[youngbloodbuzz]

buzzy send help........ i am reading the narrative strain, almost halfway thru but i'm already creeped out HALP

oh bruh sgjadsgblajd lmfaooo fucking RIP my dude you're in for uhhhhhh...a Time

[catboyelphaba]

what’s this??? gelphie character references??? >:3

yeah! if you’re having trouble picturing them in my writing (or if my descriptions don’t really match up with how you see them in your own head), here’s just how I imagine they look (and how you can expect to see them described). (this also exists in case i forget some details) <3

Elphaba:

tall (like 6′2″ probably?)

lanky bby. stringbean. got that Library physique.

toned arms, still. she carries a lot of books around and it’s not like that’s not gonna build (or at least maintain) muscle

FANGS this is NON-NEGOTIABLE (and her other teeth are sharp, too)

a few freckles!!

do i. do i need to say that she’s green

i once read a fic where she blushed purple (instead of just darker green) and i’ve lived by that headcanon ever since

eye color is a whole spaghetti-tangle of genetic fuckery (and her lineage being. unique also throws another spanner in the works) but she’s got brown eyes w/ little gold flecks in them

*voice of god* behold! the holy no-tiddies mathematical expression: childhood neglect/malnutrition + a dubious-at-best ruling of afab (that’s canon, don’t come for me) + the metabolism of a hummingbird on speed + constantly walking around a big-ass college campus

i promise i’m not a creepy dude who writes about boobs all the time i’m just a trans guy and an escapist

sharp! elbows, knees, tongue, you name it

why the fuck does she lose her glasses after Popular that shit makes no sense. i wear glasses and will never get over this. anyways she’s blind as fuck without them and it’s safe to assume she’s wearing them whenever i write her

dark under-eye circles

i mean,,,,,, she’s a college student majoring in a STEM field like. what did u expect lmao

right-handed, but reasonably dexterous with her left as well

HOWEVER her handwriting ranges between “yeah i think i can read that?” and “fucking illegible” at any given time this girl has NO patience and her brain is faster than her hands by MILES

nose is a lil crooked (common symptom of Will-Fight-A-Bitch Syndrome)

scars

oh boy so many uhhhhh. 

lots of common ones like knees/elbows from just Being a Kid

several in the wrist/forearm region, mostly from her teeth

most of the more serious ones are on her back. they’re shaped like buckles and sharp lines and the death-masks of flames and one of her favorite hobbies is not talking about them

two almost-identical ones on her right hip and shoulder that she legitimately does not know the origins of (literally no significance to this, just kind of funny)

short nails. she bites em when she’s nervous. whoops

glinda already waxes poetic about her hair in the book so i’ll leave it at that ;) only distinguishing characteristic i usually add is that it’s like. hella long. like waist-length at least

Glinda:

short!! tiny!! (like. 5′1″ max she is SMALL!!)

n chubby! aughhg my vision of glinda is just. so soft she makes me happy to think about. i’d love to get a hug from her any day of the week

teeth are a little crooked but in like. a charming way

fuck it, she has freckles too. more of them, b/c she doesn’t spend as much time inside as Elphaba does

pale as fuck; see above. doesn’t tan, just gets freckles (as a fellow pasty bitch i can relate)

this one’s kind of dumb to specify lmao she blushes like a normal person

two subtly-different blues in her eyes. it’s weird and it looks like a trick of the light at first but it lends her some mystery

i had a conversation with an online friend about this YEARS ago :,) i miss her... love you, olive, wherever you are...

it’s important to pay attention to her eyes in conversation. she might be acting dumb but she’s keyed IN. much sharper than a lot of people realize, or give her credit for

oh boy the boobie question. uhhh you guys know what? i’ll leave this one up to you, honestly it’s not v important to me

the round/soft to Elphaba’s angles <33 fuck i love that dynamic so much

probably needs glasses but would NEVER wear them. a lil squinty as a result, sometimes

actually gets the appropriate amount of sleep! good for her, honestly. charismatic enough that she can talk her way into extensions/out of missing assignments VERY easily to catch those extra Z’s

lefty!! (so she and Elphaba can hold hands without compromising their dexterity or whatever) her handwriting is really neat b/c she has to go slowly in order to not smudge the ink

so, naturally, Elphaba’s handwriting annoys the fuck out of her kjhgjfkdfsj (she can still read it with barely any trouble tho b/c she’s a fucking simp i don’t make the rules) (oh wait. i do.)

misc. facial features

cute lil nose!

OH MY GOD SHE HAS DIMPLES I ALMOST FORGOT

pierced ears, naturally

no scars, surprisingly. she was a cautious kid

nails aren’t long, but are well-maintained

her hair is like. ungodly soft. v shiny, naturally curly, just as bouncy and sunshiny as she is <333

she’s just such a ball of positivity??? i lov,,,,,, she,,,,,

[bolinshipskorrasami]

Like a Comet Pulled From Orbit

Author’s Note: Alright ghouls, gals, and gents. Been working on this fic all week to beat away the angst that AoaW left me with! My first (and probably only?) Lumity fanfic, minimally edited. I honestly have no idea how it turned out, I’ve been staring at it too long. But I hope someone enjoys it!

Read here on ao3 if you prefer!

Summary:  Luz takes Amity to see the musical Wicked in the human world. Conversations about shipping and drawing of fanart ensues, which helps both witches come to some long overdue realizations.

Like a Comet Pulled From Orbit

The winter air was crisp and cold as Luz exited the theater. Her nostrils burned for a moment as she breathed it in and her body adjusted to the difference from the warmth of the building. She glanced over towards Amity who was adjusting her scarf tighter around her neck, just a few steps behind her.

“So, what did you think?” she blurted out excitedly, unable to contain the question. She had been watching Amity’s reactions almost more than the show itself throughout the performance – Luz couldn’t help it. She was excited to share this with the other witch. For one, it was Amity’s first trip to the human world with her, so she wanted it to be a perfect and amazing experience for her friend. For another, Luz herself had seen Wicked on at least two other occasions with her mami. And listened to the soundtrack almost as endlessly as she had read books one through five of Good Witch Azura. Experiencing it through Amity’s reactions was like experiencing it for the first time all over again.

Amity didn’t answer right away, her brow creasing in that cute way Luz noticed it did whenever she was thoughtfully contemplating an answer to one of Luz’s questions. Luz always admired the amount of thought Amity put into her answers, so she always tried to give Amity the patience she needed.

In the meantime, she watched the crowd dispersing in the street and caught a snowflake with her tongue. It had started to flurry while they had been in the theater and a thin coat of snow littered the sidewalk and street around them. The way the snowflakes danced in the glow of the evening streetlights reminded her of her first light spell in the Boiling Isles. Despite being in the human world, Luz felt like tonight held so much magic within it, if only she could read the glyphs around her.

“It was really interesting… The music was so beautiful… you know, we don’t have music like that in the Boiling Isles,” Amity’s voice brought Luz back and she turned to face the green haired girl once more. Snow was starting to stick to the dark blue beanie she had borrowed from Luz to hide her ears – a detail they both might have forgotten, if not for Luz’s mama mentioning it on their way out the door. Luz thought it was a shame Amity had to hide any part of herself – but she did have to admit that her friend looked very adorable in the beanie. She might just have to let her keep it…

“Luz, are you even listening?” Luz’s attention snapped back to find an amused expression on her friend’s face. She returned a sheepish smile. “Sorry! Yes! I was also just thinking, we should find someplace warm to talk!” Okay, not exactly what she had been thinking, but close enough. She did notice Amity’s face was turning pink from the cold. Amity nodded in agreement.

“I think I know the perfect place, c’mon!” and with that, Luz grabbed Amity’s gloved hand and began to pull her down the snowy street.

 ***

 “After you, Miss Blight,” Luz said as she opened the door to the coffee shop with dramatic flair and flourish, giving an overexaggerated bow as she gestured for Amity to enter. Amity, for her part, rolled her eyes but let out a small giggle, which warmed Luz’s stomach more than any coffee probably could.

They approached the counter together, and Luz began going over all the different drinks and giving her recommendations. Amity looked very overwhelmed. Luz gave her usual order of a caramel macchiato (made with almond milk, of course) with extra expresso. When the barista looked to Amity, she simply said “I’ll have one of those, too.”

Luz grinned and took out the cash her mom had given her before they left. Amity took out her own coin purse at the same time. Luz laughed and placed her hand on Amity’s, pushing the bag back down. “My treat! I don’t think they take snails here,” she whispered behind her other hand. She watched as Amity’s cheeks reddened and she mumbled a thanks.

They sat down with their drinks a few minutes later. The coffee shop was fairly empty, which made sense given how late in the evening it was. It felt nice to have Amity’s attention all to herself in such a warm, cozy place, away from the commotion of the Boiling Isles, away from school.

“So, did you have a favorite song?” Luz asked, slurping at her whipped cream.

Amity blinked rapidly, as if she was coming out of a dream. “What?”

“From the show,” Luz added, realizing her mind had probably jumped from point A to point Z as it sometimes did.

Amity’s cheeks glowed as she replied, “Oh, right… Well… all of them were so good, it’s hard to pick a favorite.”

“I know, right?!” Luz agreed, nearly spilling her drink in her excitement. She caught it just in time and Amity’s laughter rang out prettier than sleigh bells. The sound made Luz’s insides squirm and for a moment she wondered if they had put dairy in her drink by accident.

“But… if I had to pick… I really liked that one near the end that Elphaba and Glinda sang together. I thought it was sweet.” Amity looked down at her drink as she finished her thought. She had taken the cover off and was swirling it around, as if she were in the oracle track trying to read a crystal ball or tea leaves maybe. “What… is this exactly?”

“It’s deliciousness in a cup! Try it!” Luz responded, taking another gulp. Amity sipped slowly, with the kind of poise Luz only ever saw in commercials when people drank beverages. How did she do things so gracefully anyway? She watched Amity’s reaction with the anticipation of someone watching their favorite grudgeby team go for a goal.

Amity’s face lit up like the stage lights in the opening number as she let out a drawn out “mmmmmm” of satisfaction. “It’s good, right?” Luz said for confirmation, grinning ear to ear.

“It’s so different from anything on the Boiling Isles!” Amity agreed. They sat in a moment of silence, enjoying their drinks.

“Don’t you find it kind of… sad though?” Amity said suddenly.

Luz tilted her head in confusion. “Did you already finish your drink? I can get you another one –”

Amity shook her head, smiling at Luz’s reaction. “No, I meant the show. I mean, Glinda lost her best friend…”

Luz considered this. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right, that is sad. But I mean, she had still had Fiyero!”

“Yeah, I guess… I don’t know, their relationship seemed kinda of… contrived. I mean, one minute he’s with Glinda about to get married and then he suddenly runs off with Elphaba?”

“No way! He was inspired by her the whole time though. And when they saved that little lion cub together… I mean, talk about romance!”

Amity scoffed, “Yeah, but Elphaba and Glinda had so much more chemistry, even when they were singing about how much they hated each other-”

Luz gasped, genuinely surprised but understanding now. “You’re a Gelphie shipper?!”

Amity looked like she didn’t know whether she should deny this as some sort of insult or defend it to the death. Probably because she had no clue what Luz was talking about. “A what now?”

“You know, Glinda and Elphaba, Gelphie. It’s their ship name!” Luz pulled out her phone and typed furiously until she had several bits of fanart sprawled across her screen. She held it out in front of Amity’s face.

“Oh,” was all her friend replied, her mouth accentuating the syllable as it stayed in place and her golden eyes darted across the screen. She regained her composure after a few moments, blinking rapidly.

“Well… yes. I suppose I am a… Gelphie shipper then,” Amity sat up straighter as she said it but her face held something that was difficult for Luz to read. Funny how she could read magical glyphs from an enchanted island but her friend’s face was, at times, absolutely indecipherable. “Is that… bad?” Amity asked, and Luz realized she hadn’t responded in an appropriate amount of time.

She gave a laugh, hoping to dispel some of the tension. “No! Of course not. I mean, who doesn’t love a good old-fashioned Enemies to Friends to Lovers trope, amiright?” Luz waggled her eyebrows suggestively for emphasis. Amity tried to hide her smile in her coffee cup, but Luz could tell her plan had worked.

The commotion of chairs scraping the floor and being stacked on tables suddenly penetrated their little bubble, reminding Luz how late it was. “We should probably get going – I wanna make one last stop on our way back to my house!” She informed Amity excited, standing and putting her coat back on.

“Lead the way, oh fearless champion,” Amity replied, a more reserved imitation of Luz’s gestures from earlier. Luz smiled and took her hand, leading her out the door. They weren’t even outside completely before Amity’s face was already pink from the cold again.

 ***

 Amity’s heart was beating so fast and hard as she followed Luz through the strange hard and slippery roads of the human world. She wondered for a moment if maybe coffee was poisonous to witches… then again, Luz hadn’t let go of her hand even after they had exited the coffee shop, walking quickly and excitedly chattering as they went. She supposed that could have something to do with it.

Luz pointed out different things that Amity might not be familiar with and normally Amity would be fascinated to learn about this strange new world. But the hand holding was very distracting. And her heart was very loud. And it was all a little overwhelming, but she really didn’t want it to end. She watched Luz as she spoke about human things like cars, traffic lights, and a thing called “Santa” they passed by. He appeared to be some sort of… demon maybe? He rang a bell and smiled too widely and made a strange sort of howling noise. Luz paid him a tribute – perhaps for safe passage across the road? - of the strange papers she carried around that seemed to act as the equivalent to snails in the human world.

“Where are we going?” Amity finally asked as Luz paused her tour guide-like speech to look both ways before tugging her across the road toward a small park they had passed on the way here.

“It’s a surprise! Don’t worry, we’re almost there,” Luz squeezed her hand reassuringly, excitement dancing across her features, making the warm brown of her cheeks glow in the moonlight.

As they entered the park and Amity began to look around, she realized it wsn’t moonlight at all. It was what looked to Amity to be a million different stars – or maybe they were light spells? – glowing in the trees all around them. Some of them sparkled in a kaleidoscope of color – red, green, blue, yellow. It was absolutely dazzling, unlike anything Amity had ever seen.

“Oh wow…” was all Amity could manage to say, staring in awe at the scene around them.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Luz said proudly with a big grin, as if she had personally produced all these little lights for Amity.

“It’s… amazing. What is this place, Luz? I thought you said the human world didn’t have magic?” Amity took her glove off and reached out her hand to hesitantly hover over the enchantment of the trees.

Luz gave a chuckle. “It’s not magic – well, I mean, not like on the Boiling Isles. These are Christmas lights. They use electricity like the streetlights around town.” Luz reached out and placed one in Amity’s hand, as if sensing her uncertainty. Amity pinched the light between her fingers, feeling its fragile little warmth against her skin.

“How strange,” she commented. “Everything here is so wonderfully strange…” Amity’s voice trailed off as she continued to look around her. The collective brightness in the trees lit up the space around them in a hazy glow. It made the whole moment feel more like a dream than reality.

“C’mon, there’s more to see! This path will take us closer to my house, too,” Luz said, breaking Amity out of her trance. Luz grabbed her arm this time, tugging her along.

As they walked, the lights morphed into different shapes and figures. Luz explained this was all for some human holiday and pointed out some of the different symbols for Amity. A candy cane. A reindeer. A gingerbread man (that one she was pretty sure that one was actually a demon from the Boiling Isles, but she didn’t mention it). Amity wasn’t sure what was more beautiful – the glorious and picturesque glow of the lights with the snow falling around them onto the trees; or Luz as she spoke excitedly about each light picture, sometimes elaborating with a story about her mom or growing up in the human world. Amity never wanted it to end.

***

By the time they got back to Luz’s house, it was late and they were both exhausted from all the walking and being in the cold for so long. Luckily, Luz’s mom – Ms. Noceda (who Amity had learned earlier, was not in fact, named Ms. the Human) – had already made up their sleeping arrangements in Luz’s bedroom. She asked them how the show was and while Amity said a few things here and there when asked directly, she mostly let Luz do the talking. Ms. Noceda was very warm and kind to her – which was more than she could probably say for how her parents would ever treat Luz. It made her feel a bit guilty, that she couldn’t return the same favor to Luz. But she tried not to think about that.

Which, as it turned out, was very easy once Ms. Noceda turned in.

“Buenos noches, mija. Good night, Amity. See you both bright and early!” she said as she kissed Luz on the forehead and waved at Amity. They were both in their respective sleeping bags on the floor beside Luz’s bed. When Ms. Noceda flicked the lights off, hundreds of stars lit up the ceiling of Luz’s room. Amity was left alone with the sound of her own obnoxious heartbeat. Where she was expected to sleep. Next to the girl she liked. Why had she agreed to this again?

“I still can’t believe you got your parents to say yes to a sleepover in the human world!” Luz whispered conspiratorially.

“Heh, yeah, I mean, no big deal…” Amity said, glad the lack of light would hide her blush. She may have left out a few details. Like how she had, in fact, used a combination of blackmail and bribery on Edric and Emira in order to get them to produce an illusion copy of herself for bedtime and breakfast. She was going to be doing their chores for a very long time.

“You know, I think this is my first real sleepover,” Luz said. Amity looked at her, surprised. “Really?”

“Well, I mean, there was that one time Willow, Gus, and I used the Moonlight Conjuring to take the Owl House for a drive…” Amity laughed, remembering the look on Boscha’s face when she had seen that on Penstagram. Not that hers had probably looked any different.

“But, I’m not really sure that counts, since we didn’t get much sleep,” Luz continued thoughtfully.

“You didn’t have any sleepovers with any of your human friends?” Amity asked, still somewhat surprised by this revelation.

“Heh… No. I didn’t really… I don’t have any human friends, really,” the tone in Luz’s voice pinched at Amity’s heart a bit. In all the time they’d known each other, she had never really thought to ask about Luz’s life in the human world or her other friends. And now she knew why Luz herself had never mentioned any, either. Instinctively – whether to comfort herself or Luz, she wasn’t quite sure – Amity reached hand out to grasp one of Luz’s.

“Well, I’m glad we’re friends, Luz,” Amity said. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be brave enough to tell Luz everything she felt for her – it felt too big, too fragile. She was too afraid of it breaking. But she needed Luz to know this truth at least. That she mattered. That she was grateful to have her around.

Luz’s eyes widened in surprise at first, but a warm smile quickly followed as she squeezed Amity’s hand back. “Me too. Even if you are going soft on me, Blight,” Luz replied playfully. Amity rolled her eyes and yawned, which made Luz yawn too.

They laid there, eyes drooping heavily as sleep began to take them both. The small part of Amity’s mind that was still conscious enough to have a coherent thought realized that Luz hadn’t let go of her hand, even as her breathing slowed and she began to snore quietly. In that moment, as she let herself drift off to sleep, she decided that even if she had to do Ed and Em’s chores for the rest of eternity, it was totally worth it.

***

The next day, Luz kissed her mama good-bye – she still had a week left of winter vacation and that meant more time at Hexside. That was part of the deal – as long as Luz kept her grades up and didn’t cause too much commotion at human school, her mami had agreed that she could spend vacations learning magic in the Boiling Isles. She and Amity packed up their things from their sleepover and met Eda at the portal. She gave them a ride to school on her staff. Luz was sad to leave the human world behind if only because she had really enjoyed showing Amity around. Amity had seemed so relaxed... Maybe it had been stepping away from the pressures of her life in the Boiling Isles.

School that day was hard to sit through. This wasn’t unusual for Luz, but it didn’t usually happen during her classes at Hexide. Her mind kept drifting away from the lectures and into the magic of last night. Watching Amity take her first sip of coffee, listening to Amity talk about the show, watching her experience Christmas lights for the first time…

“Hello, earth to Luz!” suddenly a hand was waving in her face. She blinked before looking at Gus and Willow.

“Wha- Sorry! What’d I miss?” Luz asked. Gus and Willow exchanged looks.

“You mean besides all of class?” Gus said. He looked down at the paper in front of Luz, which she had been doodling on.

“You better not zone out like that in Magical Plants today. We’re dealing with man-eating mandrakes today!” Willow said with a nudge. “What were you drawing anyway?”

Luz looked down at her latest creation. “Oh, it’s just characters from that musical Amity and I saw last night…” Luz suddenly felt like she wanted to hide it, like it was a private secret she wasn’t quite ready to share with the rest of her friends. Which was… weird. That was probably a weird feeling to have, right? She nonchalantly slipped it into her bag and stood up to move to the next class with her friends. Willow gave her a funny look but didn’t say anything more.

“Well I’ve got High Level Illusions next – what about you guys?” Gus asked as they walked into the hallway.

“I’ve got abomination next,” Luz said excitedly. She swore she saw Gus and Willow exchange another look. Then again, maybe she was reading too much into it.

“We’ll see you and Amity at lunch then?” Willow asked. Luz nodded, high fived Gus, and practically ran down the hallway to her next class, just barely avoiding a hall monitor as she went.

***

Abomination class went by much more quickly than the rest of her day had and she had even managed to pay attention to most of the lesson. There was the occasional distraction, like whenever she looked over to Amity who sometimes chewed on her pencil when she was thinking through an answer. She also must have gotten distracted when mixing her abomination ingredients at some point, because while Amity’s looked absolutely perfect, Luz’s had come out with an extra head and oddly misshapen. It wasn’t a total loss though, since she had managed to get Amity to laugh by trying to get her abomination to reenact one of the scenes from the show from last night.

She walked Amity to her locker after class – Amity’s abomination carried both their books – and they were first to their lunch table. While waiting for Gus and Willow, they talked more about the finer points of the musical.

“So, how was your date in the human world?” Willow asked as she and Gus sat down across from Luz and Amity.

Luz almost choked on whatever mystery meat she was eating for lunch today – she pounded her fist on her chest to clear her throat. “Date?” she choked out. Is that- did Amity think- had she really missed…?

She heard a strangled gasp from beside her and turned to look at Amity, who returned her gaze. Her face was as red as a specific shade of eye shadow she’d seen Eda wear once. She was pretty sure it was called apple blood – or maybe it was vampire blood? In any case, their eyes darted between each other and Willow, both stunned into silence.

Willow’s eyes widened, as if she just realized her mistake. “Oh – I just mean, um-“ whatever excuse she was going to use to save them all from this mortifying moment, Gus put a stop to it just then as he arrived at their table and took his seat next to Willow.

“Hey Luz! Do you have time to stop by after school today and check out some new artifacts I found for the H.A.S.?”

Luz finally swallowed the mouthful she had dislodged from her throat. “Sure!” she said. She then proceeded to shove way more of her lunch into her mouth than she should have, cheeks full as a chipmunk’s before winter.

“I- I just remembered um, I have a meeting with Principal Bump about my class schedule – I gotta go!” Amity stood up abruptly, bumping the table as she went. She disappeared down the hallway with alarming speed. As she moved, something dropped out of her bag, fluttering to the floor.

“Amity wait! You forgot-” Luz tried to call after her, but she was already gone. She bent to pick up the paper – there was a good chance she’d run into her later in the day and she could give it back to her then…

But as Luz looked at the paper in question, it was as if a firecracker went off in her stomach and her mind blanked out, like static on a TV, before the entire picture snapped back on, clearer than it had ever been. “Oh cramity…” she muttered to herself, realization flooding through her.

Gus and Willow, having witnessed all of this, shared a glance with each other. “Are you and Amity okay?” Gus asked, a puzzled look on his face.

“Yeah… I might need to raincheck you on the HAS meeting though, Gus! There’s something I gotta do after school today! I’ll explain later, gotta go!” and with that Luz launched herself from the table, vibrating with excitement and purpose.

As she fled the cafeteria, she heard Gus’s confused reply. “Sure! Good luck! Wait… what’s a raincheck?”

 ***

The school day could not end fast enough for Amity Blight. She needed to get as far away from this ultimate place of humiliation as quickly as possible. She considered skipping out on her afternoon classes altogether – Ed and Em did it all the time, for crying out loud! – but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Fortunately, she didn’t have any classes with Luz, Willow, or Gus on her schedule for the day, which was a relief. But what about tomorrow? She thought to herself. Maybe she could convince her parents that she was sick with demon flu? Maybe she could just convince them she should transfer schools altogether… that seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution to this whole crush problem, right?

When the last bell finally screamed, signaling dismissal, she didn’t even go to her locker to put her books away. Too much of a risk, running into Luz again. She needed more time to think, figure out what to say. She had acted way too weird when Willow said the D word. Why hadn’t she just played it cool and waved it off?

She didn’t see Luz and co at all as she made her way out the front doors, for which she was thankful. But ofc ourse that luck only stretched so far as Ed and Em came sidling up beside her.

“Mittens! How was your date night with our favorite human? Did you ask for her hand in marriage yet?” Em cut right to the point, looping their arms together.

“Yeah sis, tell us everything!” Edric’s arm fell over her shoulders as they sandwiched her in, leaving no room for escape. “Leave no details out! Well, except for your smooching, we don’t need to hear about-”

Amity could not handle this right now. She felt her face heat up to what could only be described as an unhealthy degree, embarrassment and anger both boiling over.

“QUIT IT!” she shouted, her arms flying outward, knocking the twins away from her. Everything starts feeling like too much and Amity feels pinpricks behind her eyes. She can’t go home, not like this. Not with Em and Ed teasing her the whole way. “I gotta go study at the library, let mom and dad know I’ll be home later,” Amity says quickly, willing her voice to stay steady as she speeds up her pace.

“Oh c’mon Mittens, was it something we said?” Edric shouted after her. She didn’t stop to reply, just kept her eyes forward, determined to get to her destination as quickly as possible.

***

As soon as she walked into the town library, Amity felt a sense of relief wash over her. She took a deep breath, the scent of paper and dust covered books grounding her. The quiet atmosphere settled her nerves. In here, she felt safe. In here, she can breathe and clear her head of the day’s troubles.

She spent some time just wandering through the stacks, keeping an eye out for new additions in her favorite sections. The anxieties of her day begin to shed little by little, clearing her mind enough for her to rethink the events. Maybe things weren’t really as bad as she had initially thought. Afterall, Luz could be pretty oblivious. There was no reason to lose her head about it all – it’s not like Amity herself had called it a date, after all.

Amity finally found herself in front of the romance section and, after looking around her to be sure no one saw, she tugged at “The Lone Witch and the Secret Room.” Yes, everything was going to be just fin-

Amity froze as she entered her sanctuary and the shelf slid shut behind her. Her bag dropped out of her hands and her eyes widened.

“Luz-”

“Hey Amity!-” they both spoke at the same time, their greetings smashing together awkwardly.

“What are you-”

“I wanted to see-” they both started and stopped again. The absurdity of it all helped ease some of Amity tension and she let out a laugh. Luz followed suit, taking a step closer to where Amity stood still by the doorway.

“Amity, hey, I’m sorry I know this is like, your space and everything. I just… I didn’t know where else to look for you after you left during lunch today…” Luz finally broke through to explain. Amity shifted her weight from one leg to the other, feeling a big guilty. So she had noticed her abrupt exit.

“Leave lunch? Oh, yeah, well, you know, I had to uh, I forgot to turn in my abomination assignment, and I didn’t want it to be late, you know-” Amity grasped for any words that would make this scrutiny disappear. Luz simply raised an eyebrow.

“Did you say you had to meet with Principal Bump…” Luz started and Amity felt her heart lodge itself somewhere in the pit of her stomach.

Luz suddenly shook her head, “You know what, nevermind! It doesn’t matter. What matters is, you dropped this.” Luz pulled out a folded piece of paper, moving into Amity’s space even more now.

Amity took the offered paper and while she unfolded it, she couldn’t help but be reminded of the time Grometheus the Fearbringer had taken her most cherished note and ripped it to pieces right in front of her. The paper, when unfolded, revealed her most recent self-indulgent drawing – a picture of Luz in a black hat and matching black robe standing arm-in-arm with a poorer rendition of herself in a huge blue gown and sparkling tiara. Amity was sure her face would explode with the amount of blood that rushed to it in that moment.

“Luz- I – I can explain-” she began to stutter, her hands gripping the paper tightly. Her vision started to blur just a little and she had the horrifying realization that she might just start to cry. How could she have let this happen? Why in the world would she keep this in her bag? Why hadn’t she realized –

“I think it’s some of your best work,” Luz’s voice derailed her bleak train of thought.

“Wait… what?” Amity’s eyes snapped up to look at the human girl in from of her. Her brown eyes twinkled warmly in the dimly lit room.

“Yep! But, I have to say I don’t quite agree with your characterization,” Luz said matter-of-factly.

“Oh,” was all Amity could manage. Her stomach dropped again and she readied herself for the rejection that was surely coming her way. It would be okay, at least Luz seemed like she would still be her friend, and that’s really all she needed anyway. As long as their friendship was still intact, she could handle this, even if it hurt.

Luz pulled out another sheet of paper. “Yeah, as much as I hate to admit it, I really don’t think I’m Elphaba, the most powerful witch in all of Oz,” Luz placed the second paper over the one Amity had been holding to reveal a new, unfamiliar drawing. Two figures faced each other in a somewhat reverent post, hands clasped between them as they stared at each other. This time, Amity was clearly drawn as Elphaba, her green hair poking through the black witch’s hat, her black robe billowing dramatically in what was clearly supposed to be the wind. Across from her was-

“I’m clearly the Fiyero to your Elphaba,” Luz finished, gesturing to her likeness which was dressed in green suspenders and button up with a scarecrow hat upon her head.

“You… think that I’m Elphaba?” Amity asked incredulously. It was not even the most important question to be asking in that moment, but it was the only one her mouth and brain seemed capable of producing together. She was holding a drawing… that Luz had made… of her. Of them together. Oh.

“Well, yeah, it’s that obvious? I mean, you’re a powerful witch, she’s a powerful witch. You both have that cute, goth look going on for you. Plus, she cares about fairness and I know you like to pretend to be indifferent, but I know you secretly care a lot about those things, too.”

Amity continued to stare at the picture, afraid to look away. Her brain continued to short circuit. Did Luz just call her cute?! “And you’re…”

“Fiyero, yeah! I mean, he is kind of her fearless champion and all that. Plus ‘maybe I’m brainless, maybe I’m wise…’ you know, it took him a while to figure it all out, too.”

Amity’s eyes snapped up from the drawing at this. Was Luz saying… what she thought she was saying? Luz smiled and in a perfectly Luz way, continued on a different train of thought.

“Anyway, I took some artistic liberties with the outfit. I liked the suspender outfit better, but thought the hat really tied it all-”

“Luz,” Amity interrupted. “Luz, it’s perfect. Thank you.” Before Amity fully gave her body permission to, she threw her arms around Luz and squeezed her tightly. Luz hugged her back without hesitation, a rumble of a laugh coming from her chest.

“That’s what girlfriends do,” Luz said quietly. Amity pulled back suddenly, still maintaining contact with her hands grasping Luz’s forearms.

“I mean – only if that’s what you want, of course. I didn’t mean to assume, I just meant-” Luz’s face went through about several different emotions so quickly, Amity couldn’t help but double over in a hearty laugh. All the pressure and uncertainly she had been feeling melted away, leaving her feeling like she was light and airy.

“Sorry, it’s just-” Amity tried to reel in her mirth and catch her breath, forcing words out, “-I’ve been trying to tell you all this for the past year and today you just… show up and call me your girlfriend. It’s just so… you, Luz.” Luz grinned self-consciously, blushing for the first time since Amity had entered her secret hideaway.

They stared at each other, this newfound revelation hovering between them, it’s own little spell casting them in silence. Amity was suddenly aware of her heart pounding in her chest again as she watched Luz take a step forward towards her. “Can I…?” Luz asked, in the same soft tone she had used that night in the woods when she had offered to take the weight of Grom off Amity’s shoulders.

Amity nodded slowly as she followed, leaning in to close the gap very slowly, her eyes fluttering as they closed. This was magical, she couldn’t believe she was here, with Luz, and Luz liked her back and they were about to-

“OOOOOH, Mittens in busted!”

All at once, bright light and noise crashed into the room from behind Amity as Ed’s voice broke through he enchanting atmosphere she and Luz had created for themselves. The jarring burst of their bubble caused Amity to jump forward, feet tripping over Luz’s and causing them both to topple to the floor. She landed on top of Luz, her head bumping Luz’s as she did so. “Ow – Luz! I’m so sorry!” Amity exclaimed, rubbing her forehead with one hand while she tried to push herself up with the other.

Luz let out a gasp of breath, “It’s ok! I’m good,” she said as she sat up on her elbows. She raised an eyebrow as she added, “Though I do believe you’ve fallen for me, Blight.” A cheesy grin spread on Luz’s face.

Before Amity had time to respond to that, she heard the sniggers of Em and Ed, still standing in the doorway. She shot up and whirled around on them. She really did need to find a new hideaway, didn’t she?

“YOU TWO, why are you here?! Get out!” She wished she could summon a fire spell without the fear of burning down the whole ancient library.

Emira walked past her and offered a hand to Luz, who was still on the ground. “Now, Mittens, is that anyway to treat your new girlfriend?” Edric for his part threw an arm around Amity’s shoulders and ruffled her hair. “Would we really be good siblings if we didn’t come check on you? After all, you were looking so sour after school! We were worried!”

“Yeah, but it looks like Luz beat us to it! Who knew the human had game,” Emira said, throwing an arm around Luz and giving her a wink. Luz’s cheeks turned pinker than Amity had ever seen them. She glowered at her sister and shoved her brother’s arm off.

“Get. Out. Now. Or I swear, I am going to summon the world’s biggest abomination to kick your-”

“Alright, alright, we’ll give you two love birds a few minutes. But mom really does want us home soon, Mittens,” Emira said, surprising Amity. She and Edric headed towards the doorway again, laughing together as they went. At the door, Ed shouted over his should, “Just remember to save room for-”

Amity took the nearest book she could find and threw it after him. He dodged gleefully and disappeared around the corner. She turned back to see Luz trying to hide her laughter behind her hand. She wasn’t doing a very good job, but the sight made some of Amity’s annoyance fade away.

“You know, I really should be getting back to Eda’s… King gets grumpy when I don’t come home and give him tummy scritches and Eda will probably be worried since I wasn’t at school to get picked up. I’m surprised they haven’t sent a search party out yet…” Luz said apologetically.

Amity sighed, but nodded. “Yeah, I really should get back home, too.”

Luz shifted her bag back over her shoulder, bouncing from one foot to another. “So… I’ll see you tomorrow at school? Maybe afterwards, we can do some Azura Book Club stuff?”

Amity felt herself brighten at the invitation. “Yeah, that sounds grood. I mean, good, uh great! That sounds great!”

“Okay, it’s a date,” Luz said happily. Then she moved forward and wrapped Amity into a big, squeezing hug, practically lifting her feet off the ground in the process. As she set her down and moved back, Amity felt the unmistakable feeling of Luz’s lips brushing against her cheek. The warmth of the contact spread until her whole face was on fire. Luz looked at her and smiled bashfully. “See you tomorrow, Blight,” and with that, she made her way out the door.

Amity stood there, frozen to the spot, her hand coming up to touch her cheek, as if she could catch the sensation before it fluttered away. Wow.

The moment was broken when, 5 seconds later, Luz came rushing back in.

“I almost forgot!” she said as she snatched up the drawings that had been scattered to the floor. She shook the one that Amity had drawn. “Can I keep this? It’s really good!”

Maybe it was the casual compliment or lingering effects of Luz calling her her girlfriend – her girlfriend – or just the adorable way Luz’s face just looked so genuine, but Amity experienced an unexpected surge of confidence. Before she could overthink it, she stepped forward, took hold of front of Luz’s school uniform, and pulled her into a kiss. It was a quick kiss – short, soft, and sweet. But when she pulled back, she felt satisfied to see Luz sufficiently dumbstruck, eyes widened and cheek turning pink.

“Yes. But only if I get to keep yours,” Amity said, plucking the other sketch out of Luz’s hand. Luz blinked slowly.

“Yeah, you can kave it. Keep it. You can have it!” Luz stuttered out her reply.

Amity grabbed her things, slipping the picture carefully into a book before putting it into her bag. She walked over to the doorway before turning back to Luz. “Coming?”

Luz nodded, following her out. They walked hand in hand out of the library and for once, Amity found it easy to ignore the twin’s teasing.

[gliyerabaa]

also gonna add the profiles for some of my friends. self-promo is nice and you should read my fics but there is a TON of talent in this fandom!

@wickedlyqueer has been like. THE gelphie captain since I joined the fandom. their writing has always been so captivating. you may also know them from the "Wicked is Gay" video analysis on youtube. they haven't been posting a ton lately but their next project is going to be incredible

@a-fast-rebloger has been the MASTER of glinda angst as of late. mat's current fic (All is Fair) explores a reality where Glinda gets kidnapped by the resistance. it's such a great fic :)

and it would not be a fic rec without haline @festivating last year, I took part in the wicked secret santa project, and lana wrote a fic for me that is genuinely one of the best things I've ever read

sentimentality aside, lana has also been working on the longest and most dedicated gelphie fic this fandom has seen in years. attrition is nothing short of a masterpiece. I have a few chapters to catch up on but it's been incredible so far, and you will like it especially if you like bookverse

these are just a few of the amazingly talented fic writers we have here!

havent seen the wicked movie yet but the craving for gelphie has returned full fuckin force anyone have fic recs and/or good luck babe edits (i could go on and on and on about the song w them (specifically galinda) but thats for another day)

[lily-onher-grave]

so i’ve been telling @wickedlyqueer and @need-not for like 15 years that I was gonna catch up on their stuff BUT NOW IT’S FINALLY HAPPENED so here we go, y’all should check these out (if you haven’t already. but like. it’s gelphie fandom. we all know everything already)

My Bike’s Gone by wickedlyqueer aka tinyace 

A soft, sweet, quiet little Dutch hsau full of fluff and pining. It has all my favorites, like Boq and Elphie brotp, sweet but annoying little brother Shell, Crope and Tibbett goodness, architecture Glinda, and a gorgeous, tentative exploration of Glinda and Elphaba gradually getting to know each other. Also really cute bits with bikes, which I think we all need to strive to include more of in our writing.

Also, I know this was like, the whole point of this fic, but they make everything about Oz and the characters fit so beautifully into the Dutch school setting, and it’s all done so well and you have this really well-crafted world and narrative and also you get to learn a thing or two (or twenty-three) by the end. It’s great guys just read it and check out everything @wickedlyqueer does (re-linking their blog bc like. if you’re not following it then you’re doing this fandom wrong and you should go follow right now)

Strange, Sweet by neednot

I have been so pumped for this fic ever since Nita first mentioned it, because Phantom of the Opera + gelphie is a story that was basically meant for her style and voice. It just is.

And it’s already so good, the world is dark and gorgeous and Glinda is  carefully, brilliantly ambitious and this is already one of the best characterized Morribles I’ve ever seen. The setting is so well planned out and all the characters are compelling, and even though it’s only 3 chapters so far I was fully immersed every step of the way. If you want your gelphie stories haunting and mythical, then Nita’s your writer, and this might just be your story.

[redrreign]

also if you like gelphie and read fic then i have to rec The Narrative Strain!! it's old so i think it's only on ffn but it is literally the best thing i have ever read like it will change your life

THANK YOU IM PUTTING IT IN MY READ LATER FOLDER RN

[uzuuzuking]

Keeping it anon because I'm a forgetful friend but when is your birthday and also what's your favorite ship(s)?

eyy sorry for the late response! been super busy with house stuff. 

no worries! i have literally the worst memory ever so you’re totally fine. my birthday is august 23rd. and that is a dangerous question because i have many ships. an entire fleet, really. also! there are no ships i hate, only ones i happen to love more than others

*rolls up my sleeves and rubs my hands together* let’s begin

voltron: klance, shance, allurance, hance, plance, basically almost everyone x lance, heith, shallura, hunay

harry potter: drarry, romione, deamus, lunny, whatever pansy and padma’s ship name is (i’ve read some amazing fics with them as side ships), pansy x ron (ransy??), harry x george (@lowandco garry peasley lives on), ron x viktor x hermione the ultimate ot3, blaise x everyone (he’s a hoe and proud of it)

miraculous ladybug: chloenette (and any variation between them as miraculous holders), marinette x nathanael (not sure what their ship name is), marichat (this is the only variation i actually like bc i have that unpopular opinion that marinette’s view of adrien and adrien’s view of ladybug are both unhealthy hero worship and would not make a good relationship. marichat, on the other hand, is when they’re both most like themselves and i love that)

princess tutu: fakiru, ahirue, fakytho(?), fakir x ahiru x rue x mytho best ot4

dn angel: satodai, dairiku, satorisa

ava’s demon: ava x odin, ava x maggie

wicked: fiyeraba, gelphie

star vs the forces of evil: tomco and literally every ship. every. ship.

snk: ereri, jearmin, mikannie, springles, erejean, levi’s jeans (my crack ship that lowkey became a real ship), springboard

yuri on ice: victuuri, otayuri, misara, seungchuchu

sense8: nominita and all other canon ships

i’m sure i have more but i’m blanking. the true otp out of everything tho is: all my favorite characters x happiness. thank u and goodnight

[ao3feed-gelphie]

right before your eyes

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/75MXA6v by always_daydreaming “As familiar as Galinda Upland still felt to Elphaba, she was nothing more than a stranger to her. Their fleeting moment of shared past mattered nothing anymore. Because Galinda Upland’s name had been printed on these admission papers. Papers that had only found their way into Elphaba’s clammy hands because she was to be a guardian to this person, a job she had begged Dr. Dillamond for weeks to get. But far more importantly, this meant that Galinda Upland had become blind.” Elphaba is working at Oz’ best and only boarding school for the blind. Galinda has to enroll after recently losing her eyesight. There was no way Elphaba would ever tell a girl like her about her green skin – and about the fact that they had met once before. Because of that fateful encounter, Galinda would always be special to her. Words: 2797, Chapters: 1/45, Language: English Fandoms: Wicked - All Media Types, Wicked (Movie 2024), Wicked - Schwartz/Holzman, The Wicked Years Series - Gregory Maguire Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Elphaba Thropp, Galinda Upland, Doctor Dillamond, Madame Morrible, Avaric Tenmeadows Relationships: Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland Additional Tags: Canon Divergence, not an AU but I changed a lot, no beta we die like melena thropp, One-sided pining, at least at first, not-quite-strangers to enemies, Enemies to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Lots of Secrets, Galinda doesn’t know about the green, she will not find out for quite a while, angst and fluff and sometimes both at once, Romance, just because Galinda is engaged doesn’t mean that this is not a gelphie fic, I refuse to ship either of them with anyone else, slowburn even though Elphaba basically falls in love in the prologue, also Oz is circling the drain and you will find that somehow Morrible is always responsible, mostly Elphaba’s POV but sometimes I’ll switch, updates once a week read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/75MXA6v

[talesandfluff]

m.fanfiction.net/s/7189568/1/The-Brave-and-the-Vulnerable

save a soul, read this perfect perfect best Gelphie fic ever

I haven’t read the brave & the vulnerable in like a week… I’ll re read it tomorrow at work